CRADLE OF FILTH - I Am The Thorn ( en vivo )

19 de Octubre 2022 Toulouse, Francia Cámara: Daniel Gutted The needle in the eye of the hurricane The poison in the font The nail in the coffin of the profane I am the lot Maniacal the fire That weaves inside my soul When dripping tongues of hate, envenomed, roll Like carpet bombs in vast bazaars My blood runs with the beasts Though no crescent, cross Or wandering star Shalt witness my defeat Born of jackal in the Vatican To a loathesome flock I have crept behind the drapes And a wizard there is not Just a white flag blackened by Singing weapons that have led A faith that soon dominions over Desert kingdoms of the dead I smell the fleur du malcontent The hellish stench Of Judas in the dozens Bouquets for greed and twisted law Handmaidens of a holy war Bring on a thousand roses more I am The Thorn Tangled are the thickets That spare the virgin heart From the waking grasp of rapists in the dark Mounta